The employer sabotage my negotiation offer. It turns out that the employer had found that I am a part of FBI and wanted to inflitrate the company to get the evidence of any wrongdoing that they may do.
I did not know how they did it. I mean, someone must have been telling them something. Any stupid moron perhaps deserve to be killed.
She cuts the rope, not all the way, can’t happen too soon. You gotta be careful about these things, they never release just how much precise planning goes into being a reckless trickster. She’s studied, she has skills, but they can never know that it takes anything more than breathing.
life is a trainwreck sometimes. people stab you in the back you’re left there like a boat that’s been smashed to bits in the middle of the ocean. too distraught to avenge yourself and too angry to think straight. It makes you feel like you’re sinking lower and lower into depths you can’t pull yourself out of
rising up
from
the
deep
a hiss
of anger
a slow-burn
sabotage
the lake
is smooth
as glass
and your
little boat
feels safe
but very
soon
everything
will
change
“Sabotage is a dish best served cold.” Grandma, what the hell are you talking about. “You’ll find out when you’re my age.” No, grandma, I don’t think I will. “We’ll see, little one…we’ll see…” You’re the best, grandma.
She secretly scrolled through his texts, her eyes darting to the doorway to see if he was approaching. She sighed, luckily this time there was nothing to find. She wasn’t sure which sabotage was worse his lies, flirting and cheating? Or her constant distrust. Perhaps love was the truest sabotage of them all.
I want so hard to be different. I know I have it in me. Jump on the treadmill, count those calories and I will lose the weight. I am so tired of being tired, and yet it never fails. I watch every crumb that makes it to my mouth, I shop strictly and push myself. And then it happens . The sabotage. The long day that leads to a quick drive thru, the event that leads to the drinking. The sabotage works every time, and now I must start over for the millionth time
The employer sabotage my negotiation offer. It turns out that the employer had found that I am a part of FBI and wanted to inflitrate the company to get the evidence of any wrongdoing that they may do.
I did not know how they did it. I mean, someone must have been telling them something. Any stupid moron perhaps deserve to be killed.
She cuts the rope, not all the way, can’t happen too soon. You gotta be careful about these things, they never release just how much precise planning goes into being a reckless trickster. She’s studied, she has skills, but they can never know that it takes anything more than breathing.
hate
anger
enemies
revenge
i hate my life
why
sabotage is something that could ruin a person
life is a trainwreck sometimes. people stab you in the back you’re left there like a boat that’s been smashed to bits in the middle of the ocean. too distraught to avenge yourself and too angry to think straight. It makes you feel like you’re sinking lower and lower into depths you can’t pull yourself out of
rising up
from
the
deep
a hiss
of anger
a slow-burn
sabotage
the lake
is smooth
as glass
and your
little boat
feels safe
but very
soon
everything
will
change
“Sabotage is a dish best served cold.” Grandma, what the hell are you talking about. “You’ll find out when you’re my age.” No, grandma, I don’t think I will. “We’ll see, little one…we’ll see…” You’re the best, grandma.
Sabotage is a silent game of chess, where the pieces are moved when nobody’s looking and the king is always at risk. Stay strong, king, stay strong.
Love is a self-sabotage….offering your heart to someone, knowing there’s a reeeally good chance they might break it. but what the hell, I’m in.
i had a dream where I was a secret agent where my mission was to sabotage the smuckers jelly factory. dreams are stupid. what’s wrong with me
i used to sabotage my sister’s sandcastles. tiny sieges, waged in the name of sibling rivalry.
She secretly scrolled through his texts, her eyes darting to the doorway to see if he was approaching. She sighed, luckily this time there was nothing to find. She wasn’t sure which sabotage was worse his lies, flirting and cheating? Or her constant distrust. Perhaps love was the truest sabotage of them all.
I want so hard to be different. I know I have it in me. Jump on the treadmill, count those calories and I will lose the weight. I am so tired of being tired, and yet it never fails. I watch every crumb that makes it to my mouth, I shop strictly and push myself. And then it happens . The sabotage. The long day that leads to a quick drive thru, the event that leads to the drinking. The sabotage works every time, and now I must start over for the millionth time